It is as ifeach day You ask me
what is real;
invite me out into your world
to explore the universe
that lies beyond my door,
yet at my feet;
And then --
each breath,
you show me,
has a life and color of its own,
and with each step we have the chance
to disturb what is already there
or stop and see
the infinite beauty that surrounds us all,
that is joy,
that is love,
that is birth, and death, and life
all flowing into one eternal landscape
that is You.
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